Thin line
Walking a thin line
Staying out late at night


I'm not happy
Feeling low

It's so hard these days to play my cards right

It's about time

To start the show
I got tickets for my friends that want to go


And I wish you'd come down
Just come on by
Oh, I need your easy roll around of a good time


'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick
And a man when I'm well

But it's nice to have them both sometimes
When I feel like raising hell


So don't try and save me
I'll be just fine
I'm getting used to walking on a thin line


Some days I try hard
To watch my mouth

To say the right things
But the wrong just slip right out


Oh, I ain't no Southern belle
No Georgia peach
I guess all my good graces are too far out of reach


I sleep so deep each night
I'm lying in the bed we made

And when I get you off, babe
Well you know it's give and take


So I don't feel bad
When I get mine
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line


Sometimes I'm doing things half-ass wrong
Sometimes the words I sing are just some half-ass song

I get lost and I get found
Oh, and I'll be good until I need another round


'Cause I want whiskey when I'm sick
And a man when I'm well
But it's nice to have them both sometimes

When I feel like raising hell

So don't try and save me

I'll be just fine
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line


No, don't try and save me
I'll be just fine
Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line


Oh, I'm getting used to walking on a thin line